Start – Poem.

In search for passion,
In search for self,
In search for idea,
In search for heart,
In search for caution,
In search for care,
In search for end,
In search for start.

Start what?
What could make me so sure as to begin?
What makes me sure that even then, I’ll win?
Winning isn’t everything, of that I’m sure you know,
If losing isn’t an option how on earth will you let go?

There’s a fire, and I know it.
Or I wouldn’t be a poet,
There’s a light that I must reach,
But should I learn or should I teach?

So many things I want to find,
Until then, no peace of mind.
So many chances I should catch,
Life is nothing but a match.

Exciting and amusing and other feelings I can’t recall,

Disappointing and depressing, everyone is bound to fall.

So many grand things you won’t know that’ll make you feel so small.

So many small things, delicate and tiny that’ll make you feel like a wall.

You move on with your life quickly,
Forgetting what still lies behind,
Wanting to know what’s waiting out there,
And since then, no peace of mind.

Sophia.